~Michael's POV

I  never thought it was possible to love someone so much that the task of watching them do simple things like, grab a glass of water, made you smile and love who they are. Rayne and I were in mid conversation about something, and I just couldn't stop staring at her, maybe it was the way the sun kissed her brown skin giving her an almost perfect tan. Maybe it was the way she smiled, her lips shaped perfectly and were beautifully soft, her teeth perfectly white. She was almost perfect in every way. I was honestly lost in her love, beauty..

"Mike are you listening?" She giggles, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Yeah. I am.." I say distracted. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"Only because you tell me everyday." She laughs, taking a sip of her water. "Did you hear what I said though?"

"No." I admit, laughing. "What'd you say?"

She playfully rolls her eyes, "I said, now that you've made me visit my mom's grave, I really think you should talk to your family more. I mean, when you're on tour you talk to me practically every day. But they never hear from you."

"They aren't my wife. I don't have to check in with them. I have to check in with you." I smile, standing in front of her, kissing her forehead.

"I get that. But not even your mom?" She says looking up at me, a small pout in her face.

"I speak to mother enough. But I don't wanna worry about that right now. It's about me and you." I lay soft kisses against her neck. "We need to worry about our own family." I continue. She swiftly pushes me off of her, leaving me in confusion.

"Oh, Michael.. A family? I don't know about that just yet. I don't think I want kids." She stammers.

"Why not?" I ask knitting my brows together.

"I don't know. I just don't think I'm ready to be a mother. My mother never-"

"That's what this is about. Ray, you will never be your mother. The way Joseph raised us, I'd never raise my child like that. I learned that's not what I want. You need to do the same thing, learn from your mothers mistakes, and make sure you don't make the same ones." I say, placing my hands on her hips.

"But what about your career? I mean you'll be going on tour and making music-"

"Once we have our child I'm willing to stop all of that for us. I couldn't imagine not having a child with you. It's not about me or you anymore. Anything that happens now, it's for us together." I explain.

"Can we talk about it for a while?" She shrugs.

I give up for today giving a sigh and nodding my head. I hope we get to an agreement, I really wanted children..

We spent two weeks together on an island by Hawaii. It had been the most relaxed we had been in a while. After my tour, I was physically drained and after Rayne attempting to plan our wedding and dealing with my sisters, she was mentally drained. We needed this time to ourselves.

Most of the time, we were inside "consummating" our marriage, enjoying each other's company. We both were frustrated after deciding to hold out on each other until our honeymoon. When we finally came back to the states it was almost instant for me to get back to work.

~Rayne's POV

"How was the honeymoon?" Sharlissa asked as we walked around the small boutique.

"It was.. Relaxing." I smile.

"Relaxing.. You are practically glowing! I haven't seen you this happy in a long time." She examines.

"I haven't been this happy in so long. Everything seems to be moving in the right direction now." I grin looking through clothing.

"You know what's next right? Soon you'll be having a baby!" Sharlissa enthuses, I scoff giggling. "I don't think so. Michael sprung that on me during the honeymoon, I told him I don't think I want a child. He thinks he's gonna convince me."

"So you won't have one child?" She asks.

"Nope."

"Ray, marriage is about compromise. That's not fair." She shakes her head.

"I'm more than willing to compromise, but I just don't think we're ready to have a baby. I mean look at us, we've only been back a week and Mike's already in the studio. I know he'll be there for our child, but I don't want anything to get in the way of his career. Plus I don't think I'm cut out to have a kid."

"I think you are. You should really think about it. You two would be perfect parents. He loves kids almost as much as he loves you." Sharlissa giggles.

"Maybe more, whenever we weren't doing anything, he'd call this kid named Tuck and they'd talk for about an hour or two. I think it's cute but on our honeymoon? Really?" I shake my head, going to the front with a pile of clothing. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with that man. I love him to death though." I sigh.

"If you love him so much, give him a baby" Sharlissa whispers, causing me to roll my eyes.

I pull in front of the gate entrance to the ranch, while Bill and his security team watch contractors put in a new sign. "Neverland?" I read. Bill gives me a wave as I drive inside.

"Michael?" I call out, walking through the house. I was following the trail of loud music to his office. He sat there with another young man and they were bopping their heads to the music. Once it was over, I did a quick knock causing them to turn around.

"Ray." Michael smiled, standing to greet me, kissing my lips. "This is Teddy Riley. He's gonna work with me on my next album."

"So nice to meet you Rayne. Michael never stops talking about you." He grins, shaking my hand. I smile politely.

"Are you busy?" I ask.

"Actually no, we were just finishing up."

"See you later Michael." Teddy says, grabbing his things. Michael shakes his hand.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. You got a new sign?"

"Yeah, didn't want it to be called 'Sycamore Valley Ranch' forever. I named it Neverland. What do you think?" He asked.

"Why Neverland?" I chuckle.

"Well, I always call myself Peter Pan and your my Tink. So, it just seemed to fit." Michael shrugs. "And hopefully we have some lost boys and girls running around Neverland." He jokes.

I let out a stifled groan, "Tink and Peter never had kids."

"We can start a new chapter." He grins biting his lip.

I giggle, "nice try Peter." I walk into the bedroom dropping all of my stuff at the door.

"I don't understand why you don't want kids. Especially with me.. Is it me?" He says sitting on the bed in front of me.

"No! Of course it's not you!" I giggle. "You'd be a wonderful parent."

"And so would you!" He adds. "Just think of how beautiful our child would be. She'd look just like you." He smiles, tugging me to sit on his lap.

"She?"

"Yeah, she'd have your face, your smarts, your hair.." He continued

"What about you?" I ask, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

"I'd just be the vessel from where she was created. Just like music, I bring the magic. She'll have my imagination."

I nod from his clarification.

"She'd be perfect. We would be able to do this Ray.. How else will our family grow?"

"You're family is big enough for all of us." I chuckle

"Is this where you want your story to end? You don't want a little piece of you still on this earth after you are gone?"

I sigh, I liked kids, just not enough to have them. The fear of raising them wrong like my mother stood in the back of my mind no matter what anyone told me. I was afraid.